The Machine Stops
They were not fighting now. Only the whispers remained, and the little whimpering groans. They...
They were not fighting now. Only the whispers remained, and the little whimpering groans. They...
The sky in Rancy is the same as in Detroit, a smoky soup that bathes the plain all the way to...
Here’s how it started. I’d never said a word. Not one word. It was Arthur Ganate that...
Up and downhill we went, but always descending. We had left the hot wind behind and were sinking...
For what it’s worth … it’s never too late, or in my case too early, to be whoever you want to be....
At a time when the world is upside down and it’s thought insane to ask why you’re...
You know what I get to wondering, Maurice? Tell me, Charlie. About death, Moss. Here we go. Is it...
He spent the night in a vacant lot, cowering under a profusion of weedy growths and pinprick...
Amal wanted a closer look into the soldier’s eyes, but the muzzle of his automatic rifle,...
Mr. Bones knew that Willy wasn’t long for this world. The cough had been inside him for over six...
Warm and Nicely Buried “Mrs. Marotta, Jose is gone.” The woman took Fragua’s...
I am nothing but a corpse now, a body at the bottom of a well. Although I drew my last breath long...